WELL I DON’T KNOW.
1970 By Trev Teasdel (lyrics and music and John Adams (music)
Well I Don’t Know,
I got no stone to throw.
Well I don’t know,
I got no ball to catch.
My friend the sun,
She fled to Australia.
Oh please come back
and dawn on me.
Well I don’t know,
Perhaps I’ll hitch a lift.
Well I don’t know,
My legs are feeling stiff.
Well I don’t know,
My pen has run dry.
Well I don’t know
My fishbowl’s empty now.
Bridge
The road is calling.
But I can’t go on.
This restless feeling
Is calling me on and on.
The lake, she sings to me,
Says I have no fish to give.
The tree he watches me,
With no place to live.
Well I don’t know
Perhaps I’ll go away.
Well I don’t know
Perhaps I’ll lose my way.
But then again,
Got no way to lose.
All I possess,
is the blues.
Well I don’t know
Perhaps I’ll write a song.
Well I don’t know,
It all seems so wrong.
Well I don’t know
I got no place to be.
Well I don’t know,
It don’t worry me.
I got no place to be.
Well I don’t know,
It don’t worry me.
Bridge
The road is calling.
But I can’t go on.
This restless feeling
Is calling me on and on.
The lake, she sings to me,
Says I have no fish to give.
The tree he watches me,
With no place to live.
addition variations
I don’t know
Perhaps I’ll leave here
Perhaps I’ll go
Far far away ..ay.
I don’t know
My soul’s a star
Trapped in a jar
It all seems so far ..
alt end Oh please come back to me
I am so lonely
Yes, I’m lonely since I lost my way with you.
Featured on my album Songs From the Coventry Undergound, Gnome label, 2007
Well I Don’t Know – Trev and the Collective Unconscious 1986 from Trev Teasdel on Vimeo.